flora
The sun kisses her skin as Flora steps barefoot onto the sand, curls caught in the sea breeze, gold jewelry gleaming like constellations against her tan. She doesn’t speak at first—just watches. The girl at the water’s edge is a firework of colour: sundress loud as laughter, sunglasses too big for her face, hair a sunset shade of defiance. Even from this distance, Flora recognizes something in her—maybe it’s the angle of her smirk, the way she tosses the stone with a little too much flair. Or maybe it’s just the ring of her voice as it echoes out across the pool, declaring her wish like it’s already true.
"Bit ambitious, isn’t it?" she drawls finally, her voice warm as summer honey as she strolls closer. The sand shifts beneath her feet, her wrap dress fluttering like seafoam around her knees. "Though I appreciate the sparkle. Can’t say I’ve ever seen a wish dressed up quite so fabulously."
She stops a few feet away, tilting her head. "The strongest in Caido are...two of my dads, I think. If you ever want an introduction so you can tell them that you're coming for their spot."
"Bit ambitious, isn’t it?" she drawls finally, her voice warm as summer honey as she strolls closer. The sand shifts beneath her feet, her wrap dress fluttering like seafoam around her knees. "Though I appreciate the sparkle. Can’t say I’ve ever seen a wish dressed up quite so fabulously."
She stops a few feet away, tilting her head. "The strongest in Caido are...two of my dads, I think. If you ever want an introduction so you can tell them that you're coming for their spot."
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
